Page 200 of Wild Like Us
Her brows rise. “You donotwant to start a splashing fight with me, Kits. I will tidal wave this bathroom.”
Banks chimes in, “Good thing mermaids don’t drown.”
Sulli smiles.
And I lean forward a little. Her tits brush up against my chest as I tell Banks, “We don’t need to test that one.”
She splashesmethis time.
I grab her wrist before she can try a second time. Her breath hitches. Shit, my body goes into a full-body alert. Screaming words.
Want.
Need.
Sulli.
I notice more clearly how Banks drops his arm into the water. How he pulls her back tighter to his chest, and he must clasp the inside of her thigh, spreading her legs wider—because her knees knock into the sides of the tub and anachingsound leaves her lips.
I harden. Veins in my cock throbbing. She’s open right in front of me, but the water is murky with soap.
I glide my hand up her hip, over her abs, to her tit, thumbing her soft nipple. Letting it harden from my touch.
She pants softly, her head lolling back against Banks’ shoulder. He drops his head down to kiss her. I watch him slip his tongue into her mouth.
The bathroom suddenly feels stifling hot. All steam.
All feeling.
All arousal.
Make Sulli feel extraordinaryis on the agenda. Banks must get the memo too. Our hands move in hot, ravenous waves over her body. She bucks her hips, “Kits.Banks. Fuck…yes.” I’m not even inside of her.
I lean forward and take her nipple between my lips, sucking gently and then firmly. Her body shudders, and I keep her other leg opened as she jerks in arousal. “Oh, fuck.” She whimpers, and her fingers thread through my hair.
I reach up to touch her head, but my elbow knocks into Banks’.Shit.
“Sorry,” I say, pulling back from her tit.
He cracks a smile. “It’s not you, it’s me.” He’s shifting behind Sulli, who’s just trying to catch her breath. “I’m trying not to poke her in the ass.”
I tilt my head. Didn’t realize it, but she is kind of sitting on his lap.
Sulli rests fully against his chest, breathing hard. “I don’t mind being poked in the ass. I like feeling you guys. It’s really fucking hot…knowing how hard you are.”
I rub my lips—am I regretting being in front of her and not behind?
Banks moves her wet hair to the left side of her shoulder, exposing her neck. My blood pumps harder when I watch him sink his lips to the nape of her neck, sucking deeply.
Her aroused eyes—they’re on me.
No bowl of Instant Regret this time.
Her lips part in a heady breath, and I take her wandering hand and guide her palm to my erection. Underneath the water, her fingers curl around the hard length, and she nearly squirms in need.
Her grip around me and her flowing desire is churning mine on high-speed. Banks kisses her neck hungrily, and I clasp her jaw in a strong hand. Our movements rougher, she forgets to jerk me off, and I don’t need her to.
I kiss her like I’m famished, nipping her bottom lip, and I massage her tit. She arches up her hips, her legs jolting in my hold and his hold. We keep her spread open.
